I use the moment to appreciate how incredible his body is. I’ve seen him undressed before, but it was while he was injured. This time, he’s on full display for me. He’s achingly handsome. With rippling muscles and firm planes, the man is like a work of art. I run my fingers down his chest. “How is it that you’re real?”
He sets his palm on the side of my face, his thumb caressing my cheek. “I wonder the same thing about you.” His hand slides down to my shoulder, then toys with the strap of my nightgown. It falls to one side, dangerously close to uncovering me. I pull it back up, and his brow furrows.
“I have a scar. Princesses shouldn’t have a scar.” I feel like an idiot the second the words leave my mouth.
He takes my hand and drags my fingertips over the scars on his chest. There are fewer here than on his back, but each one tells a story of pain. I hate that the emperor hurt him this way.
Wordlessly, I pull my hand away from him and slowly let down the straps of my nightgown. The fabric falls below my breasts, but it’s still covering my stomach. I hesitate, then pull it back up and over my head, then toss it to the floor.
His large, rough palm immediately touches the jagged scar that covers my abdomen. The scar stretches from my belly button to my side, a slice across my midsection that should have killed me.
When he looks up at me, his expression is dark. Deadly. “Who did this?”
“It was a long time ago,” I say, shoving down the memory that’s trying to surface. I can’t go back to that night.
“Is he dead?”
I hesitate, and Brevan’s eyes flash with a rage unlike any I’ve seen from him. My moment of reluctance gives me away.
“I’m going to kill him.”
“He’s probably already dead,” I say. “And he’s far away from here.”
“If I ever find out who he is, I will hunt him down.”
I slide my hand around the back of his head and pull him toward me. “I don’t want to think about any other man than you.” Then I reach down and stroke his cock.
His mouth meets mine in a possessive collision that has me inching closer to the edge of the table so I can press myself against him. I grab his ass and pull him toward me, desperate for any friction between my thighs.
He reaches down and spreads my legs wider before hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties. I lift my hips so he can remove them more easily. Then he drops to his knees and grips my ass as he begins to lick my slit. I lean back, needing to hold on to the edge of the table for leverage as his tongue makes circles and his teeth scrape. Little shivers of hot and cold ripple through me as he works his magic, pushing me closer and closer to release. I moan as he thrusts his tongue inside me. His thumb rubs on my clit, and I arch my back, my hips beginning to buck as pleasure builds.
His tongue returns to my clit, and he slides two fingers inside me. Pumping and licking and just the perfect amount of grazing of his teeth. It’s so much sensation. An orgasm rushes over me like a tidal wave, and for a brief moment, I see nothing but blinding light.
When my senses return, he’s standing and looking down at me, a self-satisfied grin on his lips. I hop down from the table.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks as he helps steady me.
“You don’t get to have all the fun,” I say, then I kneel in front of him.
He tenses when I wrap my fingers around his thick length, and his breath hitches. I flick my tongue over the tip, licking up the moisture. He groans. I can’t help but smile because I’m just getting started.
I close my lips around him and swirl my tongue as I move up and down his shaft. I stroke the lower part of him that doesn’t fit into my mouth and grip his ass with my other hand. His breathing is shallow, and little grunts of pleasure escape his lips. Each noise he makes sends tingles straight to my center.
He caresses the side of my face and runs his fingers though my hair as I continue to lick and suck and bob. When I remove my mouth, so I can trail my tongue along his cock, he pulls away. “If I don’t have you right now, I swear to the gods I might die.”
Before I can respond, he lifts me from the ground, and I squeal as he carries me to the bed. He drops me on the mattress, then climbs on top of me, his legs going between mine.
I reach for him, pulling him down on top of me. When his lips crash into mine, I feel him at my entrance, and I lift my hips, encouraging him. I gasp as he enters me in a single hard thrust, and then there’s something like relief as my body adjusts to him. It feels so right, the two of us like this. Our bodies entwined, moving in unison as we chase bliss. My skin tingles and hums as if the very air around us is charged. Each touch is magnified, every kiss electric. I will never have enough of this man.
I hold on to him, digging my fingers into his back as I gasp. My hips rise and fall, and my back arches as everything reaches a crescendo.
“Let go, let it all go,” he says.
I fall apart under him, shockwaves of pleasure shooting through me, making me shake and moan. Brevan groans as he finds his own release, and the whole room flashes with a blinding light. It’s over so quickly I’m certain I imagined it.
The two of us lie side by side while we catch our breath. Brevan traces his fingers along my arm, then turns to his side. “I don’t know how I’m supposed to stay away from you.”
“Then don’t.” I shift so I’m facing him.
